My great-grandma used the vicissitudes of her life to teach me the metaphor of growth. She said, "Yan, you are a woman who longs for beauty."
Che said, "If you leave this time, just run away. This is the only indulgence I can give you."
Zi Juan said, "I hope you forget."
In the ancient palace, those vigorous tragedies or love stories of the last century were my grandma's life.
And the misty Jiangnan is in this century. Leaving the palace and flying to the prosperity belongs to my growth.